Indirect Agreement

The storm rolled through the night as Sebastian and Ciel shared body heat. The butler awakens to the sound of wind howling past the window pane. He looks below him to see the young one sleeping peacefully. He hadn't tossed, turned or even made a movement all night, so he assumed that him being there made him comfortable. It was the most proficient sleep the demon had experienced as well. No night sweats or sex driven dreams, for his love slept right next to him. He pondered on whether or not he should rise and start the day while his master slept, yet was concerned that once his presence became absent, he would awaken. Sebastian took in a deep breath and laid back down, draping his arm around the sleeping teen. "Why not?" he whispered to himself while getting comfortable, "I have never gotten the chance to sleep in or enjoy my nightly rest. I shall enjoy this."

The storm continued and the fire dimmed, yet Sebastian's heat ridden body provided Ciel with a blanket of warmth. The young one slowly awakens and struggles to rise. He notices that Sebastian was still next to him, his heat projected through his comforter. "I've never been so close to him," he thought to himself, "I actually enjoy this." He smiled and moved his coal colored hair from the front of his face. He took his index finger and gently poked the demon's face, waking him slightly. "Are you awake already, young master?" the butler asked, opening his eyes and sitting up. Ciel let his eyes trickle down his ripped chest, which was giving off his warmth yet no longer under the covers. Ciel swallowed gently. "Yes, just now," he spoke, "My head bandage may need to be changed." Sebastian takes his hand and slightly pushes his hair from the way. "Yes, you may be right," he spoke while turning the other way and prolonging the progression of getting out of his bed. "Is something wrong?" Ciel asked, watching Sebastian inch toward the edge of his bed. "No, my lord," he spoke, turning toward him, "If I must say, that was the best sleep I've had since I've been by your side." Ciel blushed. "M-Maybe it was my mattress." Sebastian grinned and got out of the young one's bed. "Yes…" he said while picking up one of the medicine soaked bandages from the end table. "It must have been the mattress and linins." Ciel smiled while the demon's back was turned, admiring his sharpened shoulders. "So strong…"

The butler walks to his master and proceeds to change his head covering. Ciel watches his lips as they barely move along with his hands. He admired the way they had been shaped to match his face. How easy it was to kiss them by them being inches away. Yet, his pride choked him. It was too much of a leap to lean in and embrace him again. Before it was different; it was a holiday. Yet now, all occasions were over and the only thing progressing was the storm beyond them. As Sebastian uncovered the young one's head wound, the strong aroma of his blood swept into his nose. His urges for the human started to become uneasy and he was unable to focus on his tasks. Ciel watched as Sebastian's eyes shifted and glowed as he placed the bandage on his lap and leaned backward. "What's wrong?" Ciel asks, watching as he sat on the floor and shivered. "N-Nothing, my lord," he answered looking toward him. His eyes burned a fiery red as his nails dug into the carpet. "I-I just can't control myself. Your blood smells so sweet…" The demon took deep breaths as Ciel stood and came toward him. Sebastian tired his best to back away further. "P-Please, don't come any closer, young master. My urges for you are uncontrollable at the moment." Ciel stooped down in front of his companion and touched his knees. "I'm not scared of you," he spoke as Sebastian looked away from him, "It wasn't like this last night." "Oh, yes it was, my lord," he reassured, "I had to wear a mask for most of the time carrying you here and wrapping you wound. Even changing it last night, it seemed impossible to contain." Ciel placed his hands on his butler's, hoping this would ease him. Sebastian took in deep breaths, trying to push back his cravings. "What makes them so bad?" the young asked. The demon looked in his eyes as he noticed his chilled touch. "…Tell me." As his butler, he had tried his best to hide his motives and resist the urge to go after him. But now, as the dried blood filled his nostrils, he was unable to conceal his content. Sebastian looked to his lap as he continued to shiver and shake. "I-I can't explain it…" Ciel took his chin in hand and lifted it toward him. "Try."

It felt almost as if the demon had been cornered. As if he had no other choice. No matter what, Sebastian resisted his request. "I-I'm fine, young master," he spoke as he stood, "No need for you to be worried." Ciel got to his feet and began to stumble. "Young master…" Sebastian caught him in his arms, holding him close despite his current state. "Why won't you tell me?" the young one murmured as Sebastian sat him on the edge of his bed. He took deep breaths as he continued the duty of cleaning and dressing his injury. He smiled as he finished and looked at him. "Because, my lord," he stated, "I was told to pretend it never happened." Ciel's eyes widened. His heart began to race as he remembered his confession in the kitchen that day.

Sebastian begins to relax and sits next to the young one. "Oh…that?" he asked, looking to the floor. "No, my lord," Sebastian commented, "Not just that." Ciel looked at him as he took a breath and grinned. "These feelings are so overwhelming, that it is physically making me sick and less of a butler. I can't help but want to devour you when you have an open wound because I am resisting to do everything else." Ciel's cheeks turned red as the butler walked to the fireplace and stroked it, trying to rejuvenate the heat in his room. The young Earl stayed there at the edge of his bed, thinking of his companion's words, thinking of bringing down the barrier that stood in between them. "Sebastian…" he called out to him. His butler sharply turned at his beckoning. "You shouldn't keep things like that buried within, especially if they are making you sick. I understand how you are feeling right now." "You do?" His voice was in a sarcastic sort of tone, thinking that he hadn't truly understood. "Yes," Ciel began to explain, "Since that day you embraced me, my chest aches with confusion and uncertainty. Whether or not how I feel for Elizabeth is real or if it was expected of me." Sebastian begins to ease closer to the bed. He is rather surprised that the young Earl has decided to open up about his emotional conflicts, though it was told that it would not be discussed.

Sebastian walked over to the edge of his bed as Ciel played with his thumbs. "What shall we do about these feelings that we are burden to hold onto, young master?" the butler asked, longing to hold him as when he was asleep. Ciel smiles and looks at the demon. "I can't hold on to this much longer either," he spoke, "At least, not alone." The butler eases toward him, placing his hand on his. "You are not alone, young master," he reassured, "I shall not leave your side." Ciel's eyes begin to water. They were truly alone. No servants, no meetings, no paperwork….no Elizabeth. It had only been the two of them, separated from the rest of the world by nothing but a wooden door. Though no matter how alone he felt with him, his pride would not allow to indulge in such mockery to the Phantomhive name. "Sebastian…" His voice broken by the release of his heart ache. How badly he wanted to love him; to feel his soft touch again as someone more than a butler. But what of Elizabeth? The demon smiled, grabbing a hold of his chin and slowly eases in. He feels this pain. Yet, they had both accepted that this was what they must do to keep his name from the gutters until he reached his goal. Their lips became inches apart. Only breath separated them from combining, yet neither of them moved any closer. The young one's tears ran down the demon's hand as they closed their eyes. The butler's lips slowly part, speaking words while breathing on the young Earl's soft rose petals, as a way to kiss him in his own way. "I am here, my young lord…"